Summary

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family's lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Summary

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

Summary

It's been years since Derek escaped from the hunters who killed his family and bound him in his human form. He travels solo, never staying in one place, keeping under the radar--until a skinny, smart-mouthed kid stows away in the back of his truck.

Four months ago Stiles's first kiss put his best friend in a coma. His dad gave him a couple hundred bucks and a hug and told him to run. By the time Stiles witnesses the cage fighter known as Wolverine take out a shotgun and its wielder with his bare hands, he's got a plan. He knows there's a school in New York for kids like him. All he has to do is get there.

OR, in which Derek is the werewolf version of Wolverine and Stiles is Rogue and the plot of X-Men progresses accordingly, with a few notable deviations.

Summary

"Stiles. For the last time, we’re in witness protection, not part of some FBI undercover operation. There’s no code names involved. Capiche?" In which Derek and Stiles pretend to be married for the sake of everyone’s wolvelihood.

(“We – you and I – are going on an official date this Friday.”“We went on an official date last weekend.”“We went grocery shopping, Derek,” Stiles says. “We went grocery shopping and you managed to hold my hand for an incredibly unimpressive total of two seconds before freaking out and spending the rest of the trip bitchfacing at everyone. If I remember correctly you actually made the checkout girl cry.”“Did not,” Derek says, scowling.)